Watch the water
Form the beads
That trickle down
Like the prisoners
Making their daring escape
From the inhospitable
Steel bars of my hands
Representing the remnants
Of all of the things that I knew
Crumbling to a fine, choking
Powder in my grasp
All that’s left to serve
As a reminder of the things
That I once held dear
Sending dust filled clouds
Rising up to the pale
Morning glow of the
Sun, welcoming another
Day of meaningless routine,
With nothing to look forward to
But the unbridled, unanswered
Questions spinning in my mind
I ask just one more chance encounter
Perhaps in the lonely bus station
Or that restaurant where we ate our
Last, bittersweet meal of bittersweet goodbyes
And I beg the chance, one last opportunity
To ask you how it feels to
Fall asleep in the arms of
The one who would never let you
Fall to the depths of the piercing spikes
And wake up the next morning
Clutching at the cold ghosts,
Smokey tendrils of nothing
I just hope I’m there to see the day
Where you’re eyes are the ones brimming
With the tears of un-fulfilled love
And asking over and over again
“Why?” like the mournful cries
Of whippoorwills outside of a bedroom window
And I’ll be there to tell you
Of a little thing called “karma”

 
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